happy life?strange

Life is but a big dream, and there is no trace after waking up.

Muggles believe in God, and they always believe that they will belong to themselves after death. Whether it is a holy heaven or a raging hell, there is a final destination after all.

What wizards believe in is Merlin. Even after death, because of nostalgia and obsession, they can become pearly white ghosts, and they can leave moving images for their friends and relatives.Let others use their memories to summon the dead from the kingdom of the dead when they see the photos.

However, standing in the alchemy formation, the thinner and thinner figure like clear smoke knows that his existence is just a ridiculous experiment. , he will not appear.There shouldn't be him in the world, there is no source of origin, and there is no trace of going.

Voldemort stood in the alchemy circle, looking at the soul piece in front of him indifferently.He had already merged the previous two pieces, recalling the time with Severus, remembering the daily bombardment of information and the wide range of books that Severus had borrowed for him, he had long ago understood himself The ridiculousness of cutting the soul.

"What do you want to say in the end?" Voldemort asked casually

"His name. Before I disappear, I want to know his name." After all, because of the ban, he couldn't even ask that person's name.

"Oh?" Voldemort smiled grimly. "I'll tell you at the end."

There was uncontrollable anger in Voldemort's heart, a soul piece, dare to expect something that doesn't belong to him.Severus Snape, at the thought of the name Voldemort, felt inexplicably annoyed.When he left that day, the child's last small voice with despair always echoed in his ears from time to time.Aware of the Muggleborn's influence on him, Voldemort tried to kill him many times but always relented in the end, so he could only stay away from this person as much as possible.He, Voldemort, didn't need and couldn't have weaknesses.

Soul Piece glanced at Voldemort, who was rarely restless, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.Sure enough, Voldemort also had unusual feelings for that child.Then, even after being fused, he should be able to feel the existence of that person.

In those few short years visible to the naked eye, the so-called close friends, the so-called lofty status, the so-called powerful power and even the so-called wise decision were just the continuation of the will of the main soul.For Malfoy, Zabini, and Black, who met the nobles who followed him when he was studying, his feelings were only calculated mechanically according to the memory left by the main soul; , it also affected his decision after the main soul developed feelings for a certain Muggle; those magic powers were nothing more than what the main soul left for him when the experiment failed.

When he opened his eyes in the secret room, as a soul piece, he fully understood the paranoid control and cautious personality of the main soul.There are many restrictions, many punishments, and even the soul is severely restricted. As long as he has the slightest thought of resistance, he will be tortured like death.He is just a complete puppet, even the strong feelings of the main soul can affect him, the main soul even set that person as a forbidden area unintentionally, as long as he thinks of that child, as long as he wants to get close to that child, the punishment will be merciless fall.

The faint figure smiled, maybe it was the error of the experiment that caused the amnesia of the main soul to shrink, and at the same time caused the moment when he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt warm and truly created the memory that belonged to him in just a few years. It's the only feeling he can have.A relationship that could prove that he really existed, a relationship that made him no longer a complete puppet.

He carefully cared for and fought for the only thing that belonged to him, the only visible light in the bottomless abyss, the candle that could be extinguished at any time in the strong wind.Is it love?Maybe.Is it dependent?possible.Is it faith?perhaps.Is it consolation?or.

Through the connection with the main soul, he was finally able to use the power of his own soul as an exchange to describe the appearance of that child, that illusory child who has been lying on the bed in his bedroom. The confirmation every night made the only feeling in his heart more paranoid and hotter.

Therefore, when the main soul made a choice, he suddenly fell into a hesitation.Knowing that the main soul has bad intentions, but still has extravagant hopes.

There are two options, one is to completely return and integrate into the main soul; the other...retains consciousness in the head of the main soul, just consciousness.

Choose the first one, then he will lose his independent existence, independent consciousness, and will completely disappear before someone knows him.

Choose the second, it will be a purgatory forever.He can see and hear, but no one can see his existence or hear his cries.Even, even if that person stood in front of Voldemort, all he could see was Voldemort.Can't stop, can't be freed, always sober and cruel as a conscious existence, until the main soul finally leaves.

He even thought about choosing the second one, even if he fell into inextricable pain, he could still exist as a consciousness, an independent consciousness.But as Voldemort's soul piece, how could he not know that this choice was a trap?What about a decoy that just draws his magic power, then completely imprisons his consciousness and emotions, and finally kills him?

The night before the official return of the main soul was also the last night that he could maintain his human form.He has nothing to cling to but the only feeling he has.

At night, he stayed in the master bedroom, drew the dark green velvet curtains, turned off the brilliant magic lamp, and shut everything around him into darkness.In the dimness, there is only the faint afterglow like a firefly flickering on the illusory figure on the bed, which is like the only hope in his so-called life that will be deprived eventually.

He leaned lazily on the bed, his eyes were frantic and fiery, he traced the child's youthful and immature face with his waxy hands, touched the eyebrows "your eyebrows", touched the eyes "your eyes", stroked to your lips and say "your lips".He smiled wryly. In the end, he didn't know what the child looked like when he opened his eyes.

The room was empty and silent, after all, no one responded.

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"His name, Severus Snape." Voldemort looked at the soul sheet that had almost become transparent, raised the corners of his mouth, and slowly and clearly said a certain person's name word by word.

Feeling that the life force was being extracted bit by bit, his consciousness became more and more blurred.At the last moment, he finally knew the man's name, Severus Snape.

Severus, the only real feeling I have in my life, the only proof that I ever existed, I love you when you don't know me.

Severus, the one I've never met, the one I've never touched, goodbye forever, when you didn't know me.

"West..." At the last moment, Hun Pian still felt deep regret and endless sorrow. Finally, he still couldn't call out the person's name. It was only a second away, only a short second away, so close, the end of the world, after all , he still couldn't get anything.

In the secret room, the faint figure disappeared, as if it had never existed.The body lying in the alchemy formation was also reduced to ashes...